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10.13.2009

White House Saddam

What thoughts I have of you tonight, Saddam Huss--ssein, for I walked down the side streets by the iron fenceswith a migraine self conscious looking at the waning moon. In my hungry fatigue, and white washed thoughtsI ended up in front of the capital landmark, dreaming ofyour atrocious mistakes! What Sunnis and Shi’ias! Whole fam--ilies murdered at night! Rows of dead corpses! Columns ofdirt piled high for wives, babies, husbands! – and you,Saddam, what were you doing behind closed doors?

I saw you Saddam Hussein, two kids, yet lonely, oldgrubber walking around the Oval Office and lifting thepresident’s pen to inspect its origin. I heard you asking questions of each: “Why are women herenot in veils? Which way is towards Mecca? Are you Obama?” I wandered in and out of the adjoining rooms and wallsfollowing you, and followed in my imagination: a ninja. You strode down the completed hallways, admiring the portraitsof the farmers, enveloped in the sublimity of their work, neverending up at the foyer.

Where are you going, Saddam Hussein? The guards arelooking for us. Which way to your executions tonight? (I though your flag and dream of our odyssey inthe White House and feel contaminated.) Will we walk all night, through gritty streets?The trees add shade-to-shade, lamps flicker on and off, we will both be afraid. Will we stroll dreaming the lost generations past thecemeteries in Arlington? Ah Saddam, you old cock, what did America do toput you in such a disposition when Leodis Mckelvinfumbled the ball to give the Patriots the lead?